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From: SSgttrex@aol.com
Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 23:08:28 -0400 (EDT)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
Subject: story
Ok. first I must say that my interest in ghost stories is probably along the same lines as my interest in Stephen King novels. The tales are great, but I can't say I believe. I also tend to be a "logical" thinker and would probably explain away any entity I encountered!! Spock stand aside! Here goes the only thing that has happened to me that I remember, and can't explain!
I believe that I ws pre-teen. 10, 11, 12, some where around there. My Mom and I took a trip to Niagara falls to visit my G-mom. One night we had one of those violent sounding thunderstorms that go through the area. I was lying upstairs in a bedroom with my G-mom. I was unable to sleep and went to the window to look out. What I saws that night was someone stealing tires out of my G-moms garage (it was seperate from the house). My G-mom was in the room and told me to go back to bed. I told her what I saw, but she tossed it off to an imaginative kid!! (This did happen, by the way, she had rented her garage and a "friend" of the renter came in and stole some expensive tires) This, of course is not spooky, but set my mood for the evening!!!
I was lying in bed, keeping myself occupied by "talking" to the wind. I was really just playing, and "asking" the wind to tell me when I would die (I was a strange kid I guess!) I would take a gust of wind as the answer. Of course, I didn't like the answers always so I kept asking until I finally recieved a response from the wind - 79. (I guess we'll have to wait and see about that one!)
Finally I started to doze off. The storm had played a big part for me that night, since the robbery occured during the worst of it, and the wind "answered" my questions. I must tell you here that I was very much awake for this next part, and no one with any pyscho mumbo-jumbo could convince me otherwise.
I was awakened by a wind. Only....this wind came from under my bed!! I was not a foolish child, given to wild imaginings, so I assumed this was an echo of the the wind from the window that I was hearing. But as it continued, I started to really get scared. It just didn't sound right. It kept getting louder and softer, and to top this off, there seemed to be no breeze from the open window. I leaned over the side of my bed to see if I was originally right, that it was an echo. But it stopped. Until I was back up on the bed. Then it started again. After a few false starts, I finally had the nerve to get off the bed to look underneath it. I crept, not to the side of the bed, but to the foot of it, which faced the door to the room. As I leaned down to peer under it, (it kept up its weird windy sound all this time) I was more than apprehensive. Finally I peered under the bed, and as I did, the sound tripled in volume!!! I seemed to be right on the source! I was a kid after all and took off to my Mom's room. I never said a word to her, but the next day she asked what was wrong, since I had shivered next to her until I fell asleep.. I told her a shortened tale of what had happened, and of course she wrote it off as a dream. I don't remember whether or not My G-Dad died in that bed, but I do know it was his pre-death bed!!! What could it have been that I heard? Never have had any experiences since, but sometimes I have to wonder just how close children are to the "otherside"!!!
Jayne